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The night is deep, my soul is torn.
I wait for you, though hope is worn.
The moonlight weeps, the stars grow still.
I chase a dream I cannot fill.
I hold the past, it slips away.
I lose the dawn, I lose the day.
Your touch is gone, your breath is far.
Yet still I pray to where you are.
The sea is black, the waves confide.
I walk alone without your side.
I call your name, the silence near.
The wind returns what none can hear.
A flame once burned, it now is cold.
But in my heart it takes its hold.
The night recalls what time erased.
I seek your eyes I cannot face.
Your shadow moves, it haunts the ground.
I hear your steps, without a sound.
The sky is vast, the stars are frail.
I write your name, but words will fail.
Through broken glass, I see you clear.
The world dissolves, but you are near.
My heart is bound, my fate is cast.
I live for you, though love has passed.
The hour is late, the clock is blind.
I search for what I’ll never find.
The idea#
Almost a catalog of longing’s weather: torn soul, weeping moon, black sea, cold flame that still holds the heart, name written and failing. “I live for you, though love has passed” is the cruel thesis—devotion outliving its object. Broken glass still shows the face; the clock is blind; the search continues for what will never be found.
Dark trance drive keeps the vigil from collapsing into soft ballad. Prayer toward absence, steps heard without sound: desire here is haunted architecture. Late hour as permanent condition.
